Mondays, am I right?
Monday morning
The Cutest Messenger
That little face though! I can’t even be upset at the news he’s telling.
Melancholy Baby
It’s not so much that the day is wasted that makes me sad, but rather, the fact that Sunday evening inevitably turns into Monday morning.
Sunday Night Musings
So. It’s Sunday night and I didn’t win the mega-lotto jackpot. Again. I guess this means tomorrow is the start of yet another work week. Damn.
Inspiration
Yeah, I’m looking at you, Monday morning…
Monday, Oh Monday
Monday is rearing its ugly head once again, folks. In response, I thought I would leave you with this small disclaimer. You know, to sort of set the record straight for those of you who might be concerned.
Bracing for Impact
Sunday, Funday. Blech. That’s a lie if I ever heard one. It doesn’t seem to matter how many days there are in a weekend — even a 4-day weekend like we just had — every Sunday there is still this mad dash to get my shit life together in like 12 hours. I blame Monday.
Not So Golden Thoughts
Even the incomparable Betty White knows…
Musings from a Tangled Mind 